novelSusiti Chapter 878 Li Cunxiao, still harboring resentment
Chapter 878 Li Cunxiao, still harboring resentment
Just as Nangong Tianxia was pondering, a burst of rapid war drumbeats broke the silence.
The crowd rushed to the city wall and looked down, only to see the Yellow Turban army launching another fierce attack.
Although the Thunder Dragon Riders were exhausted, they still forced themselves to hold up their heavy dragon spears. The defenders on the city wall also drew their bows and shot arrows. Arrows rained down on the Yellow Turban Army. In an instant, the battle cries on the battlefield shook the heavens and the earth once again.
Nangong Tianxia silently gripped the Heaven-Splitting God-Slaying Spear in his hand. This battle might be the last of his life, but he had no regrets because he knew he was fighting for the entire Great Qian Dynasty. Even if he died and his soul dissipated, he would have no regrets!
The battle lasted a full day, and at dusk, the Yellow Turban army finally retreated temporarily.
The battlefield was littered with countless corpses and blood, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.
Standing atop the city wall, Nangong Tianxia gazed upon the devastated battlefield, his heart filled with sorrow. He and his soldiers had paid too high a price to defend this city.
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The setting sun, like blood, fell across the vast battlefield, casting a tragic hue over this land ravaged by war.
At this moment, not far from Qianyuan City, in the Yellow Turban camp, Li Cunxiao led his three thousand elite Flying Tiger Cavalry like an unstoppable iron torrent, escorting a group of prisoners, slowly driving into the Yellow Turban army's hundreds of thousands of troops' camp.
These three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry, having been tempered by continuous warfare during this period, are now the best of the Yellow Turban Army, each one a veteran of countless battles, and incomparably brave.
Clad in black iron armor, the armor was engraved with ferocious tiger stripes, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Warhorses neighed, their hooves thundering.
These warhorses are now carefully selected from among the million Yellow Turban soldiers. They have glossy coats and muscular builds, and each hoofbeat kicks up clouds of dust.
The numerous Flying Tiger cavalry formations were perfectly aligned, exuding a chilling aura as they moved, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.
Even when escorting prisoners, they showed no sign of slackness; their strict discipline made countless passing Yellow Turban soldiers secretly envious.
Li Cunxiao, the leader, rode his warhorse with a tall and straight posture. The Yuwang Spear was placed in front of his horse. The bronze spear gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, as if it could turn into a thunderbolt at any moment and destroy everything in its path.
Upon entering the camp, Li Cunxiao did not linger but headed straight for the central commander's tent.
Outside the command tent, banners fluttered and guards were heavily armed. Upon seeing Li Cunxiao's return, the guards saluted, their eyes filled with awe.
Li Cunxiao dismounted, handed the Yuwang Spear to his personal guard, and strode into the commander's tent.
Inside the tent, the lights were on, and Meng Zhang sat upright at his desk, holding a scroll of battle reports in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.
Upon seeing Li Cunxiao enter, he smiled and gestured for Li Cunxiao to sit down.
"Cunxiao, in this battle, you once again defeated a reinforcement of the Great Qian Dynasty. It is truly a great fortune for our Yellow Turban Army to have such a fierce general as you."
Meng Zhang spoke, his voice gentle, his eyes full of joy.
"You flatter me, Commander-in-Chief. I was merely doing my duty."
"But Nangong Tianxia is still holed up in Qianyuan City. When can we launch a full-scale attack? Cunxiao is determined to take his head himself!"
After spending time with Meng Zhang, Li Cunxiao stopped being polite and immediately sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and smiled.
"Cunxiao, I am well aware of your bravery, but on the battlefield, strength alone cannot solve everything."
"Although Nangong Tianxia is currently besieged in a lonely city, his will is firm, and his Thunder Dragon Riders are no ordinary people. They are far from reaching their limit. If we force an attack on the city now, our army will suffer heavy losses."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhang gently put down the battle report in his hand, looked at Li Cunxiao with a deep gaze, and smiled.
"The commander-in-chief is absolutely right, but Cunxiao is holding a grudge. He can't quell his anger without personally killing that scoundrel Nangong Tianxia."
Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao frowned slightly and angrily slammed his fist on the table next to him.
Clearly, the memory of him charging up the city wall and being chased down by Nangong Tianxia, who suddenly unleashed his full power, still lingers in his mind.
"Cunxiao, how could I not know your temperament? But you must understand that war is not child's play. We must plan carefully before we act. Although Nangong Tianxia is brave, Qianyuan City is like a lone boat anchored, with its food supplies running out and no hope of reinforcements."
"My intention is to wait for it to disintegrate internally before launching a counterattack, which would be twice as effective with half the effort."
Upon seeing this, Meng Zhang laughed and said.
"I understand the Commander-in-Chief's meaning, but the waiting is truly unbearable."
Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao seemed to be deep in thought, and then said...
"Supplies in Qianyuan City are running out, the morale of the garrison is low, and Nangong Tianxia is also at his last gasp."
"We only need to besiege the city for a while longer, until their supplies run out and reinforcements are cut off. Then we can launch a general offensive and easily take the city in one fell swoop!"
Meng Zhang glanced at Li Cunxiao, who was still somewhat agitated, and gently comforted him.
"The Commander-in-Chief is right. Cunxiao will obey the Commander-in-Chief's orders and will lead the charge during the final assault, making immortal contributions for our lord!"
After hearing this, Li Cunxiao took a deep breath and nodded.
"Good! With Cunxiao's words, I feel much more at ease. Go back and rest, and prepare for the upcoming battle."
"Nangong Tianxia can't escape. I assure you, Cunxiao, that in the near future, Nangong Tianxia's head will become another glorious achievement on your record of merits!"
Seeing this, Meng Zhang patted Li Cunxiao on the shoulder and laughed.
Li Cunxiao bowed and took his leave, his heart filled with fighting spirit. He walked out of the command tent, looked at the bright stars in the night sky, and felt a surge of heroic emotion.
I, Li Cunxiao, am determined to take Nangong Tianxia's life!
In this chaotic world, only the strong are qualified to survive. Nangong Tianxia, a famous general of the Great Qian Dynasty who only had the opportunity to contend with Li Cunxiao because of his Life-Burning Technique, has been able to firmly occupy the second place on the World Ranking for so long.
So, if we look at it this way, wouldn't Li Cunxiao be able to come back and play around with the number one spot on the World Popularity Ranking?
Thinking about the scene of his lord seeing him at the top of the list of heroes, a hint of excitement flashed in Li Cunxiao's eyes.
He, Li Cunxiao, is determined to become the strongest person in the world, and let the entire Tianwu Continent know the fame of my Iron Cage Mountain!
Just as Li Cunxiao was about to lead his Flying Tiger Cavalry back to camp for rest, he suddenly saw several figures riding towards him. In the lamplight, the figures of several Yellow Turban generals, including Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, and Liang Lin, were revealed.
"Brother Cunxiao, what a fine mood you're in! Enjoying the moon so late?"
Before Zhang Hao arrived, his voice preceded his arrival; his loud voice echoed in the night sky, carrying a touch of boldness.
He rode on horseback, his figure imposing, like a moving mountain, the iron spear in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight.